[That evening, Kitty's on her way back from some quiet "me" time at the library. Everything in their little family of mutants seems to be toning down. At least Kurt isn't four inches tall and giving her heart attacks anymore. And so far, she's come out of this unscathed. She can't really say much for the rest of the town, since it's really starting to feel like she lives in one big TV sitcom meets circus sideshow act, but she's trying her best to count her blessings.
She's alone, walking down the path toward home by the glow of the streetlights when she sees a familiar figure out the corner of her eye. It's his walk, more than anything, that catches her attention. But it's odd. This person is shaped like Kurt and walks like Kurt, but carries himself in a completely unnerving way.
When she sees him duck into the bar, she can't resist her curiosity. That couldn't be Kurt, right? She just has to check.
So she jogs off after him and enters the bar, standing hesitantly in the doorway. She's sixteen. She shouldn't be in a bar. And he's seventeen, so he definitely shouldn't be either. So she'll just scan the room, make sure she was just hallucinating, then hurry home before it got much colder.
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She's alone, walking down the path toward home by the glow of the streetlights when she sees a familiar figure out the corner of her eye. It's his walk, more than anything, that catches her attention. But it's odd. This person is shaped like Kurt and walks like Kurt, but carries himself in a completely unnerving way.
When she sees him duck into the bar, she can't resist her curiosity. That couldn't be Kurt, right? She just has to check.
So she jogs off after him and enters the bar, standing hesitantly in the doorway. She's sixteen. She shouldn't be in a bar. And he's seventeen, so he definitely shouldn't be either. So she'll just scan the room, make sure she was just hallucinating, then hurry home before it got much colder.
Okay, mysterious figure, show yourself.]